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Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 6, 2018 22:05:32 GMT
[googlefont=Dancing Script] Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
She pursed her lips but did not argue with him. She honestly wasn't going to stop him. She squeezed his hand in thanks.
At his joke, she narrowed her eyes and then chuckled. "You... actually have no idea what happens when both things sync up."
She gave him a wolfish grin.
She sighed, pressing her cheek against his. "Still... I just don't think it was right of her."
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Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 6, 2018 8:05:25 GMT
[googlefont=Dancing Script] Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
Her jaw clenched as he kissed her hand, her eyes watching this move, as if not really believing it was happening. This was honestly too much to process. Rather, she didn't know how to process it correctly. But she did not move to pull the hand out of his grasp. She had felt the strange tingling earlier, when he had grabbed her hand down in the pub. She thirsted for affection and he was freely giving it.
She blinked.
He would take care of her father? Her jaw dropped and she gripped onto his hand. She had just mentioned it to prove a point.
"There's no... I mean, of course he should be punished. I never understood why the Ministry doesn't have laws in place for these things. It never made any sense to me."
She smirked wryly. "But it's neither here nor there. I'm out of his control now. The worse he could do is trap me and send me to Azkaban. He locks up every other type of werewolf he catches, though, he hasn't been able to do that since both Remus and I turned of age anyways."
A frown. "But I have a feeling that would be bad publicity for him. No one ever believed me when I tried to report him for the abuse on Remus and I, I even showed them the scars and bruises, but they all claimed it was from the transformations. The lucky bastard. How can someone dismiss a child like that, really?"
She huffed, "I think McGonagall kinda believed me, but even she seemed to think there was nothing to do about it, which is bullshit."
Why was she talking so much about this?
"I was using it as an analogy, mostly. Sexual orientation is a part of a person that shouldn't be hidden away because it's different or strange, just like magic, or lycanthropy."
A slight chuckled escaped her, "though, the uh, lycanthropy is probably the most dangerous out of those examples."
She shrugged. "Perhaps you will. My mother was kind."
She bit her lip, seeing his lost expression, and damn her bleeding heart, she felt for him. Not pity, just an understanding. A want to be loved. She had pretty much given that up. Her gaze softened.
"I'm in no position to give you hope, Severus, but..." she took her hand and placed it over his heart, to feel it beating.
"I heard what happened... she... is one of those people who doesn't understand. Even though, she knew Remus, she still ... did not understand. Naive. You think... she would've been a bit brighter, bright and powerful as she was. She should have understood, she knew you first, knew you better, but threw it all away. The two of you could've had the world."
She frowned deeply, pulling her hand away. "I think, in some way, you will always love her. The pain will subside someday. I think. Or I at least hope it will. You... you didn't deserve that. She was your friend, I... couldn't understand why she treated you as such. You made a mistake."
Her brows furrowed, "perhaps... perhaps it's the pack mentality engrained in me, but, if it had been me, sure, I would've been upset. But, if I... she.. truly valued you as a person, it would not have caused me... her... to cut you out completely like that. It just... doesn't seem right."
She looked away for a moment and then back at him, "you look like you could use a hug."
And without even asking to break into his personal space - just like he had with kissing her hand - she deposited herself into his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling herself against him.
She was probably going too far, but when she was compelled to do something, well, she usually did it. Not to mention it sort of filled the sudden need that has arisen in her for comfort and affection. Okay, it wasn't sudden, but it was something that had been growing from the moment he touched her hand.
"You don't have to do anything."
Her face pressed against his neck and she inhaled softly, his scent washing over her. Why was it comforting? His scent? She had noticed it earlier, when she had scented the air. She had been drawn directly to it, moved by it even, as she tried to get a better grip on it. Now, in her current position, it was strong. Earthy. Good. Comfort. Safe.
...she tried not to think too far into what that might mean.
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Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 6, 2018 6:49:24 GMT
[googlefont=Dancing Script] Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
"Not all Wizards are all that great either."
The words tumbled out before she can stop them.
"Exceptions to the rule, right? After my brother and I were turned... our father turned violent. Not all my scars are from transformations."
She left it at that. Not delving too deeply into it, but enough to make her point.
"But, I agree with the idea that we shouldn't be forced to stay secret just because muggles don't understand us. It's like... being gay! You know, not everyone understands it, it's different, sure, but doesn't mean that person should hide. It's not fair on them."
She nods, "though, I also would give the benefit of the doubt that not all muggles are bad.... most of them are... stupid, but not bad."
She pursed her lips, reached out and set the back of her hand on his cheek, and gave him a kind smile. "Yeah, I get that."
How did this suddenly become about them? And why did that statement make her sad?
Instead of remarking more on the subject, she pulled away from it, also her hand, which dropped back into her lap.
"Uh, well. I wouldn't risk it past the day before."
She rose a brow.
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Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 6, 2018 6:14:06 GMT
[googlefont=Dancing Script] Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
Her eyes narrowed at him.
"You... have fun with that."
He was laughing, joking, kidding... and she had to ignore the weird feeling of relief in her chest that only revealed to her the pounding of her heart she had been able to ignore in her utter disgust at the thought of it all.
"No offence, I don't think you could handle Remus. He's too needy."
She swallowed at the thought. What he was proposing... was almost a sort of belonging. She bit down on the inside of her bottom lip, studying him.
"Question is, why bother going through all the trouble? Ah, wait, no. I get it." She smiles at him and touches a cheek with a finger. "If the Dark Lord can grant us freedom... I suppose it's worth a try."
She pulled her hand away, "many like I? I suppose there's not. I've accepted my condition, but I don't feel the need to change ever human, magic or no. There's no pleasure in it. Fenrir really is a beast."
Backpedalling on her catch, she smirked at him, "Are you glad I amended that statement?"
She snickers.
Her brows furrowed in thought. "It's something... in the saliva, I know, that does the usual turning. So I suggest you be careful. Gloves and all that. But it has to get into the bloodstream. So it can't be contracted through like, kissing, or... anything. Not unless we purposely like, nick you with a fang. Which is also possible."
A brow rose. However, he had a point. "If a werewolf dies - and god, that really would take a lot. I'm sure muggle would realize rather quickly after the vitals had dropped to near death measurements that the wolf was still alive, barely, but still there... and they used the organs in such a way... the blood in those organized would be... uh, diseased, but...."
She seemed to think on it a moment. "I don't think they would become full-on werewolves. And by that I mean they wouldn't go through the transformation. Unless the transplant happened on the full moon. Which... that would be very unlucky for them."
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Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 6, 2018 5:33:01 GMT
[googlefont=Dancing Script] Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
Well, the problem is now, his scent was in her mind. Maybe it could be useful. Well, of course, it was. If someone tried to impersonate him via polyjuice she would know the difference immediately. Well, at least that was helpful.
She gave him a look at his hypothetical question, just completely confused and... what. "Yeah, that's... not how that works. I mean, what you're insinuating... blech. I'm his sister, not his lover!"
She shudders, rubbing her arms to soothe the gooseflesh on her arms.
She nods, however, at his assessment of Fenrir. He really is a terrible... thing, beast, yes. Beast. Not even classifiable as human. She indeed, had most of her human parts intact. Including her morality. The ability to distinguish between right and wrong. Everything like that. She gave him a small smile.
Honour? Of being marked? No, she didn't classify it as an honour, no. She kept her mouth firmly shut on that. However, the idea of an audience... perhaps.
"Hmmm, maybe. It's worth a try, right? I don't think Fenrir would share though. I'd have to fight for dominance.... or worse, submit to him, and that isn't in my books either."
She gives him a daring grin, "when it comes to werewolves, I submit to none. Ah, I guess there's the hierarchy. I've been a wolf of one so long..."
She giggled. "It really is worth a try though." She shrugs. "I don't know if there's anyone out there who don't follow Fenrir. He's kinda intimidating... and an 'it's his way or no way' kind of guy."
She blinked."I'd be happy to give you whatever you want."
...wow that was a strong thing to say. "I mean, for whatever research. Though, I dunno how you'd get it from me during my transformation. It's not like I'm on wolfsbane. Saliva, blood. I'm willing."
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Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 6, 2018 4:43:22 GMT
[googlefont=Dancing Script] Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
She nodded once but said nothing more on the subject. She didn't talk about her falling out. She'd rather not. It still sliced through her.
It still showed on her face. She really needed to get the hang of that, shutting off her outward reactions. People could use that. She closed her eyes a moment, willing her face to sort itself out before she looked at him again.
"Ah, yes. I do remember that. I remember chewing Sirius' ear off about it. Of course, they didn't listen and Remus was too cowardly to stand up and say anything. Stupid, idiotic...."
She continued to mumble curses under her breath, before she cut herself off, realizing she was getting upset again. She closed her eyes. Count backwards from ten. Her eyes opened again.
"Things become more obvious the closer to the full moon it is. The things we eat, how we act... senses, indeed."
She took a moment to close her eyes and scent the air. She could smell her food, which caused her stomach to growl loudly, but she didn't react, as her nose caught onto something... more. Sandalwood, Old Leather, and fresh potion ingredients.
When she opened her eyes, she realized he had moved towards the scent and found herself directly in front of Severus, very close; she pulled away, smiling sheepishly. But did not apologise. Just returned to her seat before her dinner.
"I'd like to claim I don't get territorial, but I do. I don't have a reason for it really these days, though. No one to get territorial over."
She gave a little sigh. "And there are heirachies. Doesn't matter when you've only been a pack of two. Remus and I don't have the power struggle. I don't feel the urge to join a real pack. I don't think I could handle it."
She paused a moment. "Rather, I don't think I would be able to do as required. I'm not a real werewolf, you know. I'm not accepted by them, just as I'm not accepted as just a normal witch."
She looked away, "I...I'm not on the same mindset as Fenrir, as I think attacking children for no good reason - well, I guess in my case... it wasn't a good reason, but I can see why he was provoked - I just don't agree with Fenrir, but the idea..."
She seemed to be having trouble putting the thought into words. She huffs. "It's not like the Ministry or the Order is doing anything to help my kind either. At least with... him there is talks of equality. At what cost, I'm attempting to figure out."
She chewed on her bottom lip. "So you can probably see why I've been sniffing around this side of things."
Realising she'd just started babbling, she shut up, looking back to him. "Sorry, you were asking things. Go on."
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Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 6, 2018 3:51:48 GMT
[googlefont=Dancing Script] Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
"Exactly," she gave him a toothy grin.
"Though I know the saying, better love and loss than never love at all. But... I think that was written by someone who hasn't really been through real heartbreak."
Like Severus and Lily. Like she and her brother. Sure, it wasn't the same kind of love, but it was still painful. Toc are for someone with all of your being, thinking they would care for you no matter what... what idealistic thinking. In the end, what she was, the silver and green, her ideas, they just didn't match up with her brothers and he ended up judging her the same as everyone else.
The sad part is, blood is thicker than water, and while she hated him right now, she knew he kept tabs on her, and she kept tabs on him. They were brother and sister, after all.
Still, it doesn't make the pain any less unbearable.
She gave him a wry grin. "As they say, work smarter, not harder."
She set aside her tattered Slytherin robe and the sweater beneath it. He seemed to be looking at her, with a gaze she knew, a studying sort of gaze, curious. She smiled slightly. Normally she would take offence to such a look, but from him, she knew it was merely a curiosity.
"No imposition at all," she looks to her meal, then back to him. "I don't take my meals publicly, not this close to the full moon. Obvious reasons. If you have time to kill, feel free to ask questions. I can tell your just bursting."
She giggles slightly. "Normally I wouldn't talk about it, but I know you're just wanting the knowledge. Best you probably have it, if you're going to be running around in his lot. It's not every day you come across a friendly werewolf, is it not?"
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Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 5, 2018 23:38:21 GMT
[googlefont=Dancing Script] Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
She made quite a show of giggling, giving the order member who she knew was watching her quite a bit of a story, if she did say so herself. Gone the way of the dark side, perhaps she had, but they didn't know everything.
She knew how to act, that was for sure, she had gotten a meal or two this way, as well. Muggles of course, so once they thought they'd had her in their grasp she'd stun them and dash away before anything more happened. Did she feel guilty? Maybe a little. Her beauty was indeed a curse. But it was a useful tool in a pinch... or if she hadn't eaten in two weeks.
She led him up the stairs, trying not to pay attention to the fluttering of her heart when she kissed his hand. No. Just stop that right now, you, traitorous organ. There will be no butterflies for you. It only ends in pain, remember?
"I may never love at all," she said, once they reached the upper floor. It was quiet up here and her brain seemed to relax because of it.
Room 394, she put the key into the lock and pushed the door open, holding it open to allow him in. "You can stay as long as you like, Severus, I don't mind."
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Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 5, 2018 21:34:41 GMT
[googlefont=Dancing Script] Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
Fuck fate, indeed.
She had to agree with him.
They were just two unsavoury characters in this dingy bar, crawling with order members and ministry people. She swore she recognized one of them, and it seemed they recognized her too, as there was a twitch of their jaw, as if to call out to her. Well, someone will be reporting her existence to her brother then. Good.
Go? Go where? Obviously walking out of here with a fire under their arses was not going to look good. An idea sparked as he grabbed her hand.
She had that key, and it would look less inconspicuous.
"Go? There's no need for that baby. Just come upstairs with me and I'll take care of you~"
Her eyes were dark and flirtatious, a smile playing on her lips. She motioned her head towards the stairs and pulled the key from her pocket.
"No one will bother us there."
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Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 5, 2018 12:22:08 GMT
[googlefont=Dancing Script] Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
She blinked. Her mind working through his words.
"I'd rather be ugly if that's what it took to find someone who would accept me for all I was."
He had a point. Her supposed beauty had gained her nothing. Sure, she had a few off flings that had gone nowhere as soon as she revealed herself for what she was. Her beauty didn't matter. Her kindness. Most were able to look past the Slytherin house sorting after they'd seen she hadn't been marked. Her? Marked? Hilarious!
She smiles softly at him, leaning her head in her hand, her body language open towards him for the moment.
"That's what I meant, or what I was trying to get at. Is that we don't deserve the fate the world is trying to assign us. But, we will have to fight for it, to... seize it as you say."
She looked up for a moment, and then down to his left arm.
"May even have to make a choice that will affect our entire lives, but, in the end, may benefit all the better."
She watched carefully as he pulled out a piece of parchment, wrote something and then tucked it away. She rose a brow in bored interest before looking away.
"I for one, wish to seize a companion, someday. Romantic interest or not. I just wish to have someone at my side which understood me, and does not judge me because I wear silver and green like a beacon."
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Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 5, 2018 7:28:24 GMT
[googlefont=Dancing Script] Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
"So if it isn't pity, then what is it, for you to bestow kind words upon me?"
She rose a brow at him, challenging his reason. Rosemerta finally came by and set down her drink and took her payment, also leaving a key. Rose pocketed the key. She would have her meal sent to her room on stasis, she didn't eat in front of people. Not this close to the full moon.
She scoffed at the mention of those names. "They don't even deserve your pity. Those arrogant toe rags."
Her lips twisted into a frown, a pained look appearing on her face as she averted her eyes to a random corner of the wall.
"People don't understand that, Severus, because they're too caught up in themselves to worry about the thoughts and feelings of another person. The world isn't kind to misfits like you and I. It wasn't meant to be. Our fate is to struggle, be ridiculed, and what we do get, we hold onto fiercely. So it hurts the most when it's taken away."
She runs her finger on the rim of her glass, staring into the dark liquid. "Yet, we know we worth more than the bullshit the world throws at us. SWe shouldn't have to take it all lying down."
Her eyes remain on her glass for a few moments.
"Ah, business. I see. Still trying to earn your stripes, little Zebra?"
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Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 5, 2018 6:56:25 GMT
[googlefont=Dancing Script] Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
"Halfbreed," she finished for him, knowing the word was there. She shrugged. She'd heard worse over the years, what with her dad being who he was... and ugh.
She stared at him for a long, long moment. Allowing his words to sink in. Was he attempting to make her feel better? Ha.
"What a world I live in to be pitied upon by Severus Snape."
She said this snarkily, but she did toss her hair over her shoulder with a flip, the tiniest of smiles playing on her lips.
"Anybody would be lucky to have me...?" she scoffed darkly. "Tell that to the world. I wouldn't be able to build a relationship hiding what I am, because it is apart of me, if that person can't accept who I am, including my once-a-month issue, well, fuck them, and not in the good way. They're not worth me anyways."
Okay, self-deprecating she may be, she also has a streak of self-worth that she hasn't shaken yet, which, was in the least part, good enough. Unlike her brother, who would wallow in the fact that no-one loved him. No, Rose had the mindset that she just was too good for a lot of people. She had standards, dammit!
"What's a guy like you doing in a place like this anyway?" Oh, that was usually the start of a pickup line, but... "You know, since it's crawling in Ministry and Order dogs alike."
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Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 5, 2018 6:31:42 GMT
[googlefont=Dancing Script] Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
If her day couldn't get any worse, the person she just happened to sit next to was...
"Snape," her lip drew back in a snarl.
"And don't call me Lupin. I wish I could strip myself of the name."
And she meant it. After that bullshit his friends pulled during their last year, she wished she could forget being related to him. She wasn't looking at Severus, completely, her gaze set on him from the corner of her eye. "Pft. What kind of person do you think I am? I may be a werewolf but I don't go into bars looking for random men for the night."
She rolled her eyes. No, she knew he wasn't insinuating that, but...
"Plus, even if I did seduce him, ten galleons say I would be in a cell in Azkaban by midnight because I would be accused of using a love potion or some bull shit like that. Me? Actually get a willing partner into bed? You've got to be kidding me."
Did someone say something about self-deprecation?
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Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 5, 2018 6:20:13 GMT
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Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 5, 2018 6:03:10 GMT
[googlefont=Dancing Script] Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
CRACK!
The sound of apparation echoed within the open air of the point right outside of Hogsmeade. She pulled her cloak around her - her old, tattered Slytherin one, the only thing she had other than her sweater to keep warm, but the long sleeves weren't for warmth these days, but to cover the dozens of scars littering her skin. She didn't want to waste energy on having to keep up glamors. She wasn't impressing anyone these days anyway.
She nearly tossed her wand at the guard holding the fort at The Three Broomsticks, grumbling something about 'what if they were attacked, what then!?' Oh, sure, taking their wands would keep people inside from attacking them, but what about outside? Idiots. All of them.
She took a seat, not really caring if it was next to someone. Like, literally next to them. Really Rose, there was a whole fucking bar. She pushed her hood back, and Rosemerta shuffled over, took her order, and shuffled off again.
She slid the coins on the counter, she would stay here again tonight, the full moon was soon. She needed a good nights rest and a meal before it, she didn't know how long it would be until the next.
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